In the shaky water, a smile
Blooms of a flower.
Above the branches, clouds
Peak with bud shaped like cotton balls;
And their pale faces-
Appear in the water!
Into the water a pebble I throw!
The water breaks, shows images…
Yet again, I throw another rock-
Into the water, now smooth!
The rock breaks the smooth surface-
Of water that has no welcome;
It desires to live, but it doesn’t know-
Living, when you look at its depth.
As I look to the surface of desire,
Goes deep, very deep to retire.
It is born, now it is dead.
It never had a name but fear!! …